January 2011
3 posts
I don't know what to do
betsytdo:
or how to feel. I don’t know whether or not I should be happy for you, or sad for myself. I don’t know whether or not to act like nothing happened, or make a big deal out of it. I don’t know whether or not we really have something special, or I’m just overexaggerating, and making this all up in my mind. I don’t know anything anymore.
Patience
rafrobles:
There’s a spot in my heart reserved for you. When you’re ready, stop by anytime because I’ll be waiting.
